Perspective change...

Today's post involves a night on the town as different characters. It is a massive 500 word post...

Myself
- Well my nights usually involve traveling to Norfolk so the night actually involves calling whoever is my ride for the night and making sure the plans are still golden for the rest of the evening. Then I call the rents, make sure I am still golden for the rest of the evening. Then, I begin getting ready. I start up the shower and jump in, wash up and get out, not big on long showers. Then I do the usual: brush the teeth, comb my hair, apply deodorant, shave meh face, and then wait for us to leave. The first part of the night is our jamming out to music on the way to Norfolk. Then, after our throats are hoarse from screaming and our ears are throbbing from the loud music, we pick up whoever we are hanging out with that night, if they are not already with us. What happens next is so routine it has become ritual, as if our venture is useless without making these mandatory visits. In no particular order, we go to Hastings, Wal-mart, the mall, and some sort of fast food place. Our trip in Hastings is summed up with our gandering of nerdy objects and taking advantage of the 5-finger discount to "obtain" new things. Wal-mart ALWAYS starts with the electronics, no matter what we are actually there for. Then, we go find anything that we may actually need, ending with some sort of super-childish antic, like setting all the alarms on the alarm clock to go off in 5-minutes and spying on the poor associate who is closest to the calamyty. The mall is pretty much useless, but I usually know a ton of people who are already hanging out at the mall so it is usually an opurtunity to meet new people and add some to our caravan. Lastly we find food, which is self-explanatory but its nearly always mcdonalds or taco john's. Then we drop off the norfolk-anites and head back to whoever's house we are all staying at that night. Usually mine.

Homer Simpson

- A night on the town MUST include getting drunk at Moh's or ruining someone else's life work in a single second of utter stupidty. Usually both. After leaving work, I will head to either the Kwicky Mart or to Moh's to drink with Barney, the town drunk, and who ever else might be there. Then, a brilliant idea comes to me to solve some random and nearly impossible problem that I seem to have every day. My attempt to fix this problem ends my night with my problem ultimatly changing into something FAR FAR FAR from the original problem (like what happens on every show) and an angry mob chasing me and my family out of my house.

Opposite Gender

- Well the girl version of me would not be any different than the boy version of me that I can think of... Assuming that my personality would not change because I am a girl the only thing I would do to get ready before I leave that I do not already do is add makeup to my face, which I probably would not do much because I do not like the way girls look with a ton of makeup.

Living in the 1950s

- Well, the 50s for me would not be that different either. I would definatly have different clothing and different styling of what I would wear. And my hair would definatly be different, something more pompous and proabably styled up, not down. Then, the actual trip would include "cruising" the streets instead of stopping at actual stores. Maybe include a date with a swinging fox at some ice cream parlor, something classy like that. The night would end with a drive-in movie, something that was incredably popular back then.

As a fish

- A fishy life would be boring. I would wake up from my mid-day fishy nap, pucker my fishy lips, swim around my fish bowl/ocean/lake/river/puddle/insert body of water, find fishy food and migrate with my fishy school. At some time, a predator would attack me and my fishy compadres and I would either get away thought sheer luck and fishy willpower or I would get eaten. Sad day!

Caveman

- The night would start with my weekly soaking in the local pool of standing water before wrestling a sabre-tooth kitty with my BARE HANDS! I would drag my meal to my cave wife, who would be busy studying life ideas like arithmitic, language, and the wheel and fire. We would then beat the kitty with our clubs, throw on the fire, and enjoy the succulent meal. Then we would go to sleep. That is the life of a caveman.